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“Sorry ma’am, I’m still figuring out the farming thing, I don’t really need to add...all of this on top of it. Just the silver please.” And not that you’d say it, but you have to wonder why she’s getting rid of it, the blacksmith certainly wasn’t impressed!
“Fine, fine.” Madam Olga shrugs and with a silver possum shaped blur your pouch is back at your side, heavy with silver. “It’ll be here if you change your mind. Now skedaddle! Shoo!” The crone practically chases you out of her shop with her cane and you leave Madam Olga’s dimly lit shop with a sigh of relief. You still need to see Edward of course, and get the unwanted guest out of your chimney before it tries to gnaw your fingers off. But you’re also out of seeds, and it wouldn’t hurt to find out how you were going to sell the results of your fields...assuming you had enough to both eat and make a profit, thrift shoots weren’t exactly high coin items. The general store is fortunately easy enough to find, with a fairly steady stream of people wandering in and out.
You try your best to thread through the crowd, dodging curious looks and stares until...“Miss! Miss!” A tiny hand waves from below and you look down to find a young girl’s eyes gleaming. Questions fired rapidly from her. “Did you really swim in the fountain? Was it cold? Did you actually fall from the sky? Why’s your hair so short? You’re a little pale, are you eating enough? Do you need more sun?”
